describe what oryx means to you
not the furry version
but the fictitious one.
the one you made me read about.
the one that makes me think of you.

***

Oh dear what can the matter be? No matter, I’m happy today. My sister has retreated to Halifax and I have reclaimed order in my apartment. Although I miss her messes. She brings celebration to every minute. I am in love with her and very lucky that she is a witness to my life, and I a witness to her’s.

***
I need to write. Often and more. More often.
I will live through printed words
Based on life without them.
I wish to make sense
I wish to make sense to you
To him
To her
But there’s something beautiful in the mystery
I forever fall between extremes
Wanting what I don’t have

Paint my grass greener

***

This urge will not dissipate
I’ve shoved it in corners
Pushed it into crevasses,
covered with sealant
Hid it under the bed,
behind the boxes of forgotten photos,
receipts,
tickets,
beer labels & bottle caps
(kept to remind me)
I’ve tried to sweep it under the rug
but
This urge will not lessen
Will not relent
Will not release
I need to dance.

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